Once she knows what she's doing, she'll be the bossiest possible partner. These fleeting moments in which she's sure he knows better than her are just that: fleeting. But what's to come will, hopefully, be as enjoyable as this.

And this is plenty enjoyable, especially with Han in charge of things--he's an inveterate tease, but he makes good on every promise of a caress, and then some. She cups his face between her hands, dragging him back to her for a kiss when she's breathless and straining under his touch.

When she does come, it's with a shameless moan and hands clinging to his neck and shoulders, her body arching into a taut line beneath his. She groans his name again as her toes curl in against the mattress.